A stick, a stone,
It's the end of the road,
It's the rest of a stump,
It's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass,
It'is life, it's the sun,
It'is night, it's death,
It's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms,
A fox in the brush,
A knot in the wood,
The song of a thrush
The wood of the wind,
A cliff, a fall,
A scratch, a lump,
It's nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free,
It's the end of the slope,
It's a beam, it's a void,
It's a hunch, it's a hope
And the river bank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the end of the strain,
It's the joy in your heart
The foot, the ground,
The flesh, the bone,
The beat of the road,
A slingshot's stone
A fish, a flash,
A silvery glow,
A fight, a bet,
The range of the bow
The bed of the well,
The end of the line,
The dismay in your face,
It's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike,
A point, a nail,
A drip, a drop,
It's the end of the tale
A truckload of bricks
in the soft morning light,
The shot of a gun
in the dead of the night
A mile, a must,
A thrust, a bump,
It's a boy, it's a rhyme,
It's a cold, it's the mumps
The plan of the house,
It's the body in bed,
And the car that got stuck,
It's the mud, it's the mud
A float, a drift,
A flight, a wing,
A hawk, a quail,
The promise of spring
The riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart
- 专辑：The Very Thought of You
- 歌手：Nicole Henry
- 歌曲：Waters of March